"And we have to go to the station this afternoon to meet Boru," Janet added happily. Miss Carter, true to her promise, had written to Mrs. Page, with the result that Janet's dog was expected that day.
"And after that—" Phyllis cupped her chin in her hand and appeared to give the matter serious consideration.
"Don't you think after that you might rest awhile?" Auntie Mogs inquired.
"Saturday comes but once a year; I mean, week," Phyllis chanted, "and it's foolish to rest."
"I have an idea," Tom said suddenly; "if you promise not to tickle me in the station when I go to buy my ticket and behave yourselves generally, I will give you a surprise party. No, I won't tell you what it's to be, that's my affair, but I promise it will be something nice."
"Something to do?" Phyllis inquired.
Tom nodded.
"Will you promise?"
"Shall we?" Phyllis looked at Janet.
"Yes, let's, I love surprises," Janet agreed.